Would you light my Molotov cocktail for me if my hand turned into an insect-like claw, making it impossible for me to strike a match? Would you do that for me, if I asked? Would you look deep into my eyes and know that despite everything I am still entirely yours? Would this be your way of silently acknowleding that you never stopped being mine either? Would you let yourself mourn what could have been, just for a moment? Would you light my Molotov cocktail for me?
The last few minutes of Space Rocks! is the best thing ever mostly because of Zach's portrayal of the Chancellor so I made a little compilation of my favorite bits.
I bet he'd be a great boyfriend. Warm and comforting and silly and kind.
The kind of boyfriend who would turn on music just to dance with you around the living room. Who would show up on a random Tuesday with a bouquet of flowers just because.
The kind who kisses you like he needs you more than air or water and who holds you like the most precious gemstone.